Some visit lucifer, Some may be crucified, I'm goin' to mars.Some talk to celluloid, Some talk to shiny cars, I'll talk to stars.

I've been thinking, about all the ways, That a wise man, spends all of his days, In a rocket cathedral pointing to the sky.Wish I was grounded, and seen the last of days, And not re-bounded down the milky wayAnd this rocket cathedral pointing to the sky.

So I'm space-bound again, Who needs their money.And I can see the stars, I feel so funny.Until I'm earth-bound again, I'll miss you, honey.And this rocket cathedral pointing the sky.

I'll go to lucifer, I may be crucified, I'm goin' to mars.I'll talk to celluloid, I'll fly with shiny cars, Bye-bye stars.